Put them in my ears
I don't give a fuck if the left is on the left or the right on the right
I need an injection of notes and rhythm before this lethal injection takes its toll on me
A blast of inharmony and cacophonous waves rips through my flesh
It's too loud but I don't care
I need it more than ever right now
I'm home
I feel like I've been trekking across the desert and I've been given my first taste of water for days
I'm home
Monday, May 16, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Tear.
The first falls gently
Then one is taken away by an absorbent piece of cotton
One rolls down a soft pale hill
Like an owl at midday they shouldn't be coming out
You don't give a typical "something in my eye"
For the one you're with is no fool
You've known that since day one
Hell, you've known that since before day one
No, she's different
Able to sense your emotions before you even realize you have any
She can read you, not like a book
But like a billboard
Big arial lettering scattered across
Deception is not something she takes
You're not sure what's wrong so what can you tell her?
The common "it's nothing" will do
She knows you'll come around so she says nothing
You'd think her to be an FBI agent the way she reads you
You're just a criminal and she's the one hired to figure out how the gears turn
She watches
You talk
She listens
You stay silent
That seems like the best thing to do at a time like this
Then one is taken away by an absorbent piece of cotton
One rolls down a soft pale hill
Like an owl at midday they shouldn't be coming out
You don't give a typical "something in my eye"
For the one you're with is no fool
You've known that since day one
Hell, you've known that since before day one
No, she's different
Able to sense your emotions before you even realize you have any
She can read you, not like a book
But like a billboard
Big arial lettering scattered across
Deception is not something she takes
You're not sure what's wrong so what can you tell her?
The common "it's nothing" will do
She knows you'll come around so she says nothing
You'd think her to be an FBI agent the way she reads you
You're just a criminal and she's the one hired to figure out how the gears turn
She watches
You talk
She listens
You stay silent
That seems like the best thing to do at a time like this
Monday, May 2, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Indicator.
Press play
Stop listening
Start the song over
Fade away from the attention I've been giving it
Something’s wrong
I know because the music isn’t comforting me as it most often does
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Busy.
Imagine
A world where everyone's busy all the time
Nobody stops to smell the roses
Nobody stops to do anything
It's all work
All the time
Then
In an instant
Everyone in the world looks up
Everyone notices the sky
We all see a beautiful blue canvas with soft gray clouds painted across
For once, we stop to smell the roses
And the tulips
And every other sweet scent
It's all there at once
Then
In the blink of an eye
Back to work
A world where everyone's busy all the time
Nobody stops to smell the roses
Nobody stops to do anything
It's all work
All the time
Then
In an instant
Everyone in the world looks up
Everyone notices the sky
We all see a beautiful blue canvas with soft gray clouds painted across
For once, we stop to smell the roses
And the tulips
And every other sweet scent
It's all there at once
Then
In the blink of an eye
Back to work
Monday, April 11, 2011
Found.
I went through page after page
Just looking for that one poem you read to me
So long ago, yet the memory is so near
I look for hours
I look for the chance to go back into that moment
You're flipping through the book of at least a thousand pages
You find your favorite
Soon to be mine
You read it aloud
You speak so eloquently
The words dancing off the page
Expressive and remarkable
I bathe in the light of a simple poem of only a few stanzas
Everything about it is beautiful
The best I've ever heard, by far
And now I can only remember bits and pieces
And an idea of a title
I found it
I'm there again
I found it
Just looking for that one poem you read to me
So long ago, yet the memory is so near
I look for hours
I look for the chance to go back into that moment
You're flipping through the book of at least a thousand pages
You find your favorite
Soon to be mine
You read it aloud
You speak so eloquently
The words dancing off the page
Expressive and remarkable
I bathe in the light of a simple poem of only a few stanzas
Everything about it is beautiful
The best I've ever heard, by far
And now I can only remember bits and pieces
And an idea of a title
I found it
I'm there again
I found it
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Music.
When I listen to the music
Nothing can hurt me
When I listen to the music
I’m as happy as I’ll be
When I listen to the music
I’m in a safe place
When I listen to the music
My worries are erased
When I listen to the beat
I simply drift away
When I listen to the beat
There's nothing I can say
When I listen to the beat
It's the only time I feel
When I listen to the beat
Nothing is real
When I listen to the words
I try to sing along
When I listen to the words
I feel like I belong
When I listen to the music
There's nothing I can't do
When I listen to the music
The feeling is so true
I wrote this several years ago. Nothing was capitalized, so I fixed that. It was back when I didn't capitalize anything. It looked like e. e. cummings wrote it.
Nothing can hurt me
When I listen to the music
I’m as happy as I’ll be
When I listen to the music
I’m in a safe place
When I listen to the music
My worries are erased
When I listen to the beat
I simply drift away
When I listen to the beat
There's nothing I can say
When I listen to the beat
It's the only time I feel
When I listen to the beat
Nothing is real
When I listen to the words
I try to sing along
When I listen to the words
I feel like I belong
When I listen to the music
There's nothing I can't do
When I listen to the music
The feeling is so true
I wrote this several years ago. Nothing was capitalized, so I fixed that. It was back when I didn't capitalize anything. It looked like e. e. cummings wrote it.
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